Conchords

Music: Suicide Commandos, "Match/Mismatch"

I've been watching "Flight of the Conchords" -- the first two seasons. I liked the first season well enough, but found it was flagging a bit by the end of it. The second season hasn't been as funny/satisfying as the first, and I'm trying to put my finger on it.

I haven't whipped out notes to analyze it or anything, but there is a certain comedic reserve applied to it that makes me feel like they're pulling their punches -- like lobbing a cream pie but saying "Not in the face!" Why this is, I'm not sure.

And the comedic setup has gotten a little rote -- the characters and their situations remain pretty static (Mel remains the obsessed, sexually-frustrated stalker-fan; Murray remains the clueless wannabe band manager; Bret remains a clueless mimbo; Jemaine is whatever-he-is). What works admirably well in the short-term becomes shopworn as the same tricks are played, the same jokes are made, over and over again. This is one of their better musical interludes...

Reading

Having a bit of lunch at the moment -- well, lunch-dessert, anyway: some mini semi-sweet morsels in one hand, and some pretzel sticks in the other. Sort of like the Rum and Coke one might have with one bottle in each hand, taking alternate pulls of the beverages.

Chocolate chips.
Pretzel sticks.
Chocolate chips.
Pretzel sticks.

I'm currently reading American Fantastic Tales: 1940 to Now, edited by Peter Straub. So far, so good. Starting from the beginning (what a great place to start!) I read John Collier's "Evening Primrose," which was an interesting enough story, good concept, compellingly written, if not exceptional. While the actual writing of Fritz Leiber's "Smoke Ghost" was a bit lacking for me, I found it a singularly creepy story, ripe with menace and possibilities and images that will stay with me forever (I'll certainly never take the El again without thinking of that story). I tried to work my way through Tenneessee Williams's "The Mysteries of the Joy Rio" but punted that -- something about the writing of Tennessee Williams makes him a hard read for me. I liked Jane Rice's, "The Refugee," which spun itself out nicely enough, with a juicy little twist to it.

This batch of stories all fell in the wartime period (so far, around 1940-43), and the hulking shadow of World War II hangs over them all. I'll keep posting as I go through it.

Overcast

I was very productive over the weekend, although not productive at all yesterday. Blah. My day off. Why not? It's not like I wasn't doing anything; I was busy taking care of my kids.

Today I'm at work, and somebody brought in some Dunkin Donut holes. I loathe Dunkin Donuts. I want to take one of the powdered ones and launch it at one of walls. But with people walking about, that might kill them -- those Dunkin greaseballs are likely deadly projectiles.

I have six days to get the second chunk of revision done. It should take me two days, if I do it right.

Trimming

I was doing some editing/revising of a book of mine, intending to shave about 416 words from the total. Instead, I culled 4,617 words from it. Lifted a whole chapter out of it. It's okay. It was a bit of fat that could be trimmed. So, now said book is around 145,000 words, down from a little over 150,000. It works! Leaner, meaner. That's the goal of a horror novel, anyway, yes?

With books I write, I tend to keep "Cuttings" files, where edited materials end up. I was amused to see that the Cuttings file for this book runs 60 pages -- over 30,000 words. Don't ever let it be said that I'm shy about revision!

Okay, you can say it, but I'll just look at you like you're crazy.

In other news, I found a dollar on the sidewalk, right in front of the Twin Anchors Tavern, the bar where Two-Face shoots the corrupt cop in "The Dark Knight." Alas, it was not a silver dollar.

Thirsty

Well, I submitted "Thirst" to the "Distant Worlds" anthology. We'll see what comes of it. Probably nothing, but I was pleased to expand the short story into a novella, and for the story to arc the way it did. It topped out at 21,064 words, so I nearly doubled it from its original size. It was a bit of a rush, working on that one. A fun little exercise, and that short story always craved a larger canvas upon which to stretch out, so I was happy to oblige it, and the protagonist in the story.

Fingers crossed, I hope it is one of the winners!

Scene: Sinistra

Saw a young (20-something) gal board the bus this morning. She caught my eye because she had this very retro hair -- honey-blonde, long (a bit over shoulder-length) that felt very 70s to me. Somewhere between classic Farrah hair and Cheryl Tiegs, maybe, although maybe some curling iron action on it. Her face was oval, and had a sinister beauty to it that reminded me of a former coworker, although she had full lips and arched brows and dark, squinty eyes. Couldn't be sure if they were hazel or brown. Just dark. She wore stovepipe jeans of very dark hue, and black booties, and a nondescript winter jacket. No jewelry on her hands, although her nails, while unpainted, were well-tended by the look of them.

Two other things jumped out at me with Sinistra -- one was her tendency to sit with her mouth open, very mouthbreathery, just kind of sitting there, squinting off into the distance, gapemouthed. The other thing was her gigantic backpack. The thing was huge. Sitting next to her on the seat, it came up to her shoulders, and was easily 16 inches thick. It was an olive drab canvas abomination, just massive. She was of middling height, perhaps 5'5" -- so the backpack easily dominated her frame. A bottle of pale orange-colored vitamin water was stuffed in the side of it, in a beverage caddy. I wondered what she'd be doing with that massive bag. She also had a purse, a black leather thing, ruffled.

The combination made me wonder what her story was. Runaway? A European of some sort, here on holiday? I don't know. She just squinted her way through her commute. Likely bound for Union Station, judging from the bus we were on. The train station? The colossal backpack looked large enough to hold her whole life.

Whew

2422 words written this evening, which let me cross the needed minimum 20,000-word threshold on the novella. The story's very nearly done, so I'm sitting pretty. Brain-sleepy at the moment, however.

Interview

My first interview! Woo hoo! Thanks, Judy Darley!

http://essentialwriters.com/d-t-neal-5155.htm#comment-11816

Words

Banged out another 3000 words last night and this morning, so I'm only about 3000 shy of what I need for my deadline (Friday). Should get there tonight or tomorrow morning, with time and breathing space.

Book: Horror In Paradise

I stumbled across a paperback, "Horror In Paradise" -- an anthology of horror tales set in the South Pacific. That amused me, so I snagged it, since I've written a few horror short stories set in that area. I don't know if it's any good, but I'll read it and see, and let you know.

This satellite image of Palmyra Atoll (to say nothing of its history) always horrified me. This barely-there spit of land in an vast and uncaring ocean.

And this video clip somebody shot, the darkness of the place, the isolation. Haunting...

Movie: Daybreakers

I saw "Daybreakers" the other day. I was psyched about it (the trailer looked very promising), but it didn't deliver. The concept was good enough -- a world where vampires took over, and humanity was on the road to extinction. Cool, right? Playing with Richard Matheson's wonderful "I Am Legend" concept.

But the directors (who were also the writers, and it showed) failed to execute their promising premise. It was faint filmmaking -- nonexistent (or flimsy) characterization, and meek plotting. It ended up a case where it lacked strong enough characters to be character-driven, and the plot wasn't thick enough to be plot-driven. The bad guys weren't bad enough, the good guys weren't good enough, the subplots weren't engaging enough. As a movie, it just showed up, really created this whole Screenwriting 101 kind of impression with me.

There were a couple of genuinely horrific moments, and a couple of arresting images, but as whole, the piece just failed. Some people have referred to it as a "popcorn movie" -- I hate that expression, but this movie failed even as that. If you want an actually entertaining "popcorn movie" then see "Deep Rising." It's actually thrilling, is well-written and paced, and is amusing. Good stuff. That's worth your time. This movie, however, isn't.

Thirsty

2070 words added this morning to the short story I'm expanding into a novella. I only need about 6000 words to make the minimum length (20,000 words) for the competition I'm thinking of entering, and as it stands, I should be able to bang that out today and tomorrow, with time and breathing space.

I was bummed -- my old Black Flag pin I had on my bag fell off somewhere along my ramblings through the city. Not sure where it was. If you see a little Black Flag pin lying in the snow in Chicago, pick it up, take it; it's yours.

Novella? What the hella!

I stumbled across this today...

http://essentialwriters.com/distant-worlds-anthology-5061.htm

And thought I have a few candidates I could submit. Why the heck not?

One of the likeliest contenders would need maybe 9,000 words added to it to make the bottom limit, lengthwise, which is cake for me.

The deadline is January 15, which is, what, nine days away? No problem. I think I'm going to do it. The story's just sitting there, why not give it a go?